Page 103 of Deadlier Obsessions

He takes Gage by the back of his neck and kisses him, as they swap the cum back and forth. What the fuck. Are we really sure Mav never did this before?

EPILOGUE ONE

SEBASTIAN

Six Months Later…

Pregnant women are demanding, let’s just get that straight, but you know what else they are? Hot as fuck. They both reach that desperately horny phase around the same time, and I know what you’re thinking, how would we even notice? Trust me, we realize right around the time they start jumping us relentlessly. I mean, we’re equal opportunity sex addicts, but they become seriously aggressive. Take what I’m witnessing right now, for example.

Lucy’s the worst out of the two, which is so refreshingly out of character, because our little former virgin wife is sexually predatory right now, and even shocking Stella at times. Gage is just perfectly innocently making coffee, and chatting with me, and the next thing, Lucy stomps into the room, and stands before us with her hands on her hips.

“Someone fuck me right now, dammit!” I admit it, we both pause, staring at our sassy, slightly flushed looking, round-bellied lady. She literally probably still has Mav’s cum dripping from her right now, after we left them doing each other in bed with Stella watching and rubbing one out. We only left because we both got off already, but this? Yeah, I’m up for it again, and I know Gage is, wanna guess how? He grabs her, slams his lips against hers and starts kissing her, like he’s seriously sex-starved and desperate too. Jesus. I thought we were all deviant motherfuckers already, but now? It’s a wonder we leave the bedroom these days.

“Thought Mav was doing you, baby?” I whisper as I reach over and stroke her flushed cheek, and she and Gage break apart.

She takes a ragged breath and reaches out to run a hand down each of our chests.

“We were sharing him, but… oh god, I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but… I needed… um…”

“More cocks?” Her face flushes darker and she covers it with her hands.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I can’t help it. I need all of you, all the damn time!” She stomps her foot, and that little frown on her face is adorable.

“If it helps, we enjoy servicing our wives,” Gage says, his tongue touching his lip ring and making us both want him. “You want two cocks, baby? Want us to stretch you out real good, help you get ready for our baby to come out?”

Truthfully, she should be due any time now, according to the OBGYN, so any day now, we expect to be rushing to the hospital. It’s not ideal, because we live a little out of the way, but all of our attempts to remedy that situation were rejected by our ladies. No, we can’t live somewhere closer to the hospital until they’ve both given birth. No we can’t home birth them ourselves. No, we can’t kidnap and hold captive an entire team of people to be on hand here when they go into labor. There’s just no pleasing our wives sometimes.

Lucy lifts off her top and drops it on the kitchen floor, revealing her heavier than normal breasts to us, her nipples already reaching for our touch. Fucking hell. My mouth latches over one, as Gage goes for the other and she cups both of our heads as she moans. Then she grabs a handful of my hair, and Gage’s, if his growl is anything to go by, and pulls us back.

“Don’t go getting any ideas, boys. Mama’s milk will all be for her baby, yes?” We exchange a wicked grin, because maybe we’ve discussed it, fantasized about it, but we won’t tell her now.

“Listen to little mama getting all fired up and commanding. Doesn’t that just make you wanna tongue fuck her, baby?” Hellyes. I get down on my knees and drag her loose floaty skirt down, as Gage helps her step out of it. No panties either. Our sweet little wife needs us so bad. I push her legs wider and latch my mouth around her clit, sucking lightly as she immediately gasps, and her legs weaken. Gage catches her, helping her balance as he goes back to kissing her, and as I press her pussy lips apart with my thumbs and thrust my tongue inside her, she starts shuddering, and then soaks my face as she squirts. She doesn’t do it often, but when she does, it fucking rains.

Actually, it rains a lot more than usual, and then she shoves Gage back as one hand clutches her stomach. “Oh god, what did you do?”

MAV

Two horny wives keep us pretty busy. It’s a fucking relief that there are three of us to look after them, because they’re seriously riding us hard. Literally right now, in fact. I hold Stella’s hands as she takes what she needs from me, literally using me as her bucking bronco… fucking bronco… don’t judge me, I’m being sexed to death here.

“Baby, you look so fucking gorgeous like this.” She does. She’s glowing, like they say pregnant women do, her skin flushed and pink, her beautiful baby bump stretching her skin and rubbing against my abs, and her fucking tits, Jesus, they’re epic. They were amazing before, but now I could literally suffocate between them, and that’s something I’m more than willing to test.

Her back arches as she orgasms, and it’s the most graceful beautiful thing a man will ever see, his wife in the throes of pure unadulterated pleasure. I’m so fucking close to blowing my loadwhen Pretty Boy runs into the room, rubbing his hair with a towel.

“Bruv, guys. It’s fucking ‘bruv’ time.” We both freeze for a moment, but we know what that word means. No longer a safeword for the ladies, it’s their ‘go time’ call. The baby’s fucking coming right now. Right fucking now? I was seconds from coming, but Stella makes an excited squeak and slides off my dick, which is already starting to soften. Lucy’s having our fucking baby! Screw sex.

“Is she okay?” I ask as I sit up and grab my pants, while Stella frantically dresses again.

Sebastian shrugs, wiping his face with the towel again. He took time to shower when our wife was in labor? What the fuck?

He catches my glare and rolls his eyes. “Her water broke, man, all over my fucking head. She insisted on me washing my hair. Gage is with her, but she’s starting to get labor pains, so we need to move. What part of ‘bruv’ didn’t you get?”

“Oooh Pretty Boy gets sassy when he gets wet. I’m fucking moving. Get her bag.” PB rolls his eyes at me and points to the bag waiting by the door.

“I’m not the one taking my time to get dressed, dickhead. Meet us downstairs.”

“When did he become the boss of me,” I grumble to Stella, as I grab her hand and run for the stairs.

When we reach the hallway, we see Lucy, clutching both sides of her stomach and breathing through her teeth. “Nice of you to join us,” she hisses out, as Gage drapes her coat around her shoulders.

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